Star Kiss

Am I living in the past like Uncle Rico?

my body is a cage, my brain is a molecular prison
We must start out in that prose before we melt their hearts with rhythm.
Gather up intangibles that shit is more important. Better late
than never wait
is this gon be another rant?
how esoteric can ya get?
hellbent on relevance
gather epic evidence
for the punks who always doubted us.
Fresh star kiss for the girls who always touted us.
Pounded us, swifty roundhouse kicky right into the nuts.

descend from the stars                     fuck it, I’m flyin